Eric’s Sunday Sermon; Wellness, Sickness, Faith and Medicine
I Hope He Does It His Way.
Easy Does It
Wellness is a state of being that includes how we view ourselves. Sickness is a state of being that includes how we look at ourselves. Faith is a state of being that includes how we view ourselves. As in I have “faith”. And too many do not get that medicine requires us to believe and that includes how we view ourselves.
Now we are not always so different that we cannot accept another person’s perspective. Too many times we put ourselves in a box that we cannot get out of without wounding our pride.
They have a really cool jury instruction that goes something like this: “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury it is seldom productive to demand your position prior to discussing and deliberating.” There are different versions but the idea sticks. Do not paint yourself into a not retractable corner, you could be wrong and you probably will shut off real thought at that point.
So let us get the elephant in the corner out onto the dance floor. Medicine! I will not bother arguing about what medicines are good for you like vaccines and anti-biotics. For if those may be bad for you they are not medicine. For our purpose here medicine is something that help cures or prevent sickness. Hey those medicines can be anywhere from a walk on a sunny or rainy day or harsh chemotherapy. Call me crazy but my favorite medicine is a big old hug. It cures a whole lot of what ails me.
One of my favorite concepts in sickness care is the difference between a doctor and a nurse. (A mother, sister and nephew as nurses and my dad as a doctor) The nurse treats and cares for the patient. The doctor cares about the disease and treats that. Perhaps my dad a bit of a crossover as a practitioner in a town of 10,000 souls and a Jesuit background.
In my home the boy’s mother teaches the ABCs of all sorts. In a reversal of roles I teach the love and nature of life and deal with his wellness and faith. It works. She is concerned over the rules and obedience I am concerned over the rules and how to break them and not get in trouble. I say that because we have a balance.
Why Was My Way, Their Way?
I Like Life
Nice word this is; “Holistic”. A fully integrated wellness life style using the balance of life. But I do not buy that simplistic stuff. I use a different word that computers do not like. Wholelistic is what I speak and write about. I do enjoy the fruits of my refusal to have all those chemicals in my home. I also very much like to put Lubriderm on my feet because I where shoes very seldom. Bare foot is fully wholeistic. Our connection to the earth must start with our feet and move to our heads. Perhaps – firmament or perhaps chakras or perhaps earth is our mother. Don’t get me wrong here I also have a garden with Mallow and Aloe plants and cultivated dandelions and roses. (rose petals are quite healing)
Alright now, I do not want you to agree to the above. But I ask that you put what we further discuss in that perspective. Logic needs parameters. So we just set them up. Working within that logic system does not mean you accept the core but rather that you understand the circle of the words. I use circle because no one likes the term about being in a “box”. And again let us stick to the theme here as my cowboy hat sits in a round box. Makes me laugh how restricting we can be with words and faith. I don’t want you to think outside the box I want your thoughts to change the box. Or what we put boxed in. I just love that geometry, calculus, mathematical, logic and philosophical stuff where you do intersecting two dimensional if this then that stuff. Hey I am over 55 and brain teasers like those help keep me well in the head. Except it also makes me a freak and is that a state of wellness? Please and least draw once a day and do a crossword.
Do you have wellness? Do you have sickness? Do you have faith? Do you have medicine? Don’t look at me, I have all four and they are becoming wholeistic for me. Too much wellness and faith and I becoming uncaring of others. Too much sickness and medicine I become reliant on man and not God.
It is so cool to think of. Now just slow down here a second lest you think I brag. Sickness makes me humble and boy do I have sickness. Wellness makes me grateful – even of the sickness. Medicine helps deal with it. And faith puts it all together into a great wholeistic package.
It Is For a Writer to Use His Keyboard as Voice and Piano
What The Heck?
Work is Better Than Not!
Look at The Children
Without trouble I would grow accustomed to not seeing it in others. Without being sick I would be jaded to others. Without a need to use medicine I would become self-reliant and prideful. And yet without some wellness it would all be for not and I am connecting faith to wellness.
I was having a bad time of it. Puking my guts up 2 times a day. No I am not talking about a week long flu. I am talking 4.5 months of chemo therapy. Every day. But I hollered into the porcelain thrown, I hollered thank you Lord Jesus for keeping me alive. There was no suffering. There was wellness within the sickness. The faith reliance and a very best friend entered into my world of self-pity and giving up. He would cotton no issue of sickness. He professed that it was good to live another day. And so we did. Oh maybe he was an angel. Yes I reckon he is. I am sorry to some but his passing only led me to a day we are reunited. Dennis Wilson was the finest man I ever did meet.
It is just impossible to figure what we need and how we get it.
I do not want to go to heaven if heaven has no struggle. I have never spent a day of my life without trying. I hear and have read that most folks “work” to get to heaven because of the peace and tranquility. My heaven would be the challenge of raising children or going up against the bad guys in battle to save innocent and then damned well do it again. There basically two kinds of “broke” horses. Ones with fire still in their bellies and one fully tamed without spirit. For me I will ride old Blackie who stepped on my foot and bit my shoulder. I gave all I had slugging her forehead. And I tossed my buddy up on her and led for three miles round. Yes I broke my little finger. I call that medicine. I call that well. I call that a sickness for pain and by golly Jesus I call that faith.
The only Gaul darned thing that keeps this altogether is love. Love for others. Love for love. Love for the child and love for the beast.
As I mentioned I like the challenge. So I do not get how love transcends all but I have come to believe that my faith in God is sometimes misplaced. I should look at the angels instead of the sky.
This is in honor of a fine fine lady I call Mindy Byrd. May she find the peaceful rest she wants.